Thursday, March 22, 2012

Hands

A queen and a few pawns
were thrown in the air. A knight struggled to land on its feet. The bishop and
the rock were still going upwards helplessly. Her hands picked up more pawns
and threw them from the chessboard, one by one, black and white alike. She was
quite calm most of the time, analyzing each and every move beforehand. But that
day she lost her composure. “I’m tired of losing,” she yelled. And another
knight, another queen, and yet another rock found themselves flying off the chessboard.
After this rant ended, two pieces were left standing, the two kings. Slowly,
she reached for them, holding one in each hand. They seemed so small. How could
these small pieces cause such an overwhelming sense of powerlessness, she
wondered. Suddenly, she ate the two kings. Problem solved, she thought. The
other chess players looked at her horrified. She shrugged and walked away. These
live chess games were becoming so boring. She would have to start looking for
another way of getting entertained in her free time. Giants did have a lot of
free time on their hands.